My daughter wants me,
With her- Always to be.
My Blogging is crying for me,
Waiting-with it when I will be!
My lovely students say me- Aunty,
Will not leave your house, here always we will be.
My parent needs me,
And ask-when will you come to see me?
My Family needs me,
When they are in problems, in hurry.
My balcony tree wants to take the water from me.
The flowers blossomed wants me
all the time, with them- to spare,
To speak and nurture.
My Soul whispers silently:
First give yourself priority.